here is what I can’t, what I say in our times together-

love is a, a lotus, a sacred lotus, flowers a risk to touch and see, to smell and to, to feel, everyday, in your heart, you should ask your other, to marry, each day to keep your love, your individual love for your other, fresh and green as a lotus that forms in deep, rich mud, for centuries as a seed, love should be a lotus seed drenched in a cover of your thoughts, feelings, pains and hope filled desires,

shared, expressed, voiced, even in silences silences speak, when shared, but … but isolated, you both will die as a yellow lotus bloom without the mud that enriches it each day

‘So, if you are no longer love each other, …

‘No, she never really loved me.’

‘Then, let’s discuss why you feel that way in an individual session next week first, before we meet together again? – Okay?’

maybe they will stop coming , stop talking, – please stop